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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Move,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.