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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz 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?
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.