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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.