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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.