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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.