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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.