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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.