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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.