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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.