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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Fear,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
MDC,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.