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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.