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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.