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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.