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 Guyana and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.