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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Fear,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Crime,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.