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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.