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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.