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 Korea North and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.