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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.