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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.