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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.