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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.