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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.