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 Iraq and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.