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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.