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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.