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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Roxette,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.