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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.