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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.