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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Last Poets,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.