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 Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.