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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban 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.