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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Visage,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
The Names,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.