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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Can,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.