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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 The Gladiators to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.