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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.