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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.