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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.