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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
X-102,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.