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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.