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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.