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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.