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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Remains to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.