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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.