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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Roxette,
AZ,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Japan,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.