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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.