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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the rock 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Can,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.