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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Ludus,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.