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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.