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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.