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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.