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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.