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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.