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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.