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 Ethiopia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.