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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.