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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.