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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.