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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.