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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.