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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Nas,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.