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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.