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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.