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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.