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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.