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 Lucia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.