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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Shoche to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.