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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.