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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
The Move,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.