Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.