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 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.