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 United States and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.