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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Crime,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.