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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
UT,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.