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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.