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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.