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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.