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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.