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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.