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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.