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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.