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 Finland 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.