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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.