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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.