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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 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 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.