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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.