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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.