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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.