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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.