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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.