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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.