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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.