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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.