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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Magma,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.