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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Monks,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.