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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.