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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.