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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Slave,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.