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 Greece and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.