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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Oneida,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.