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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.