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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.