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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.