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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.