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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
the Association,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.