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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.