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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Clear Light,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.