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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.