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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Buckinghams to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.