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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.