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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.