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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.