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 Guinea 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.