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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.