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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.