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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.