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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.