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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.