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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Wire,
The Monks,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.