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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
New Order,
The Remains,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.