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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.