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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.