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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.