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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.