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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.