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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.