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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.