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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.