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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.