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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.