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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.