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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.