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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
World's Most,
X-102,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
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.