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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.