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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.