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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.