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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.