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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.