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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Swans,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.