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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.