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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Visage,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.