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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the rap 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.