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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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?
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
UT,
Kayak,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Monks,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
New Order,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.