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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.