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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.