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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.