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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Can,
Symarip,
Swans,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.