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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.