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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
CMW,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.