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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band 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?
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.