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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Swans,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.