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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.