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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.