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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 World's Most to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.