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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.