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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.