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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
PIL,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.