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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.