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 France and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.