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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.