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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.