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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.