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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brass Construction 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.