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 Spain and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
The Move,
JFA,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.