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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.