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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.