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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.