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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Smog,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
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.