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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.