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 Botswana 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.