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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Index,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.