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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.