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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Swell Maps 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.