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 Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Franke,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.