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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.