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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Slave to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.