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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
cv313,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.