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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Japan,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.