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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.