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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.