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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.