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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.