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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 ABC 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.