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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.