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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.