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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.