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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Offenders to the rock 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.