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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.