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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.