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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.