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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.