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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.