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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.