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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Audionom,
ABBA,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.