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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.