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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.