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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.