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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Cameo,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.