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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Swans,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.