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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.