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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Black Pus to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Nas,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.