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 Grenada 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.