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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.