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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Faust,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.