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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Index,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Sparks,
Aswad,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.