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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
The Move,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.