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 Maldives and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.