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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.