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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.