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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Japan,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.