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 Namibia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Gong,
Television,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.