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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.