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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.