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 Pakistan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Trojans to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
The Litter,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.