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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.