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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.