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 Dominican Republic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.