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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.