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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.