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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.