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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Television,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
PIL,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.