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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.