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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Franke,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Smog,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.