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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.