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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond 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 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.