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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.