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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.