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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.