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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.