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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.