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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.