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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.