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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.