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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.