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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.