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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
PIL,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.