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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.