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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Crime,
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.