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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.