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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Suicide to the disco 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Scion,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.