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 Angola and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.