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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.