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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Gong,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.