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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 The Happenings 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.