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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.