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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.