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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Associates to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.