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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Technova,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.