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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.