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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Slave,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.