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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Television,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.