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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.