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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
ABC,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.