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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Hood 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.