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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.