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 Denmark 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Quando Quango 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.