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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Index,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.