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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.