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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.