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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.