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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.