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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.