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 Poland and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.