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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Index,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.