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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.