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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Tommy Roe 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.