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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Slave,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.