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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.