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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.