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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.