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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.