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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.