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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.