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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.