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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.