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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.