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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.