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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.