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 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.