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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.