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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.