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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.