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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 the Association to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.