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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.