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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.