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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
UT,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.