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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Skarface,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.