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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.