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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Unwound,
10cc,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.