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 Barbados and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.