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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.