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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.