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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.