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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.