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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Wings,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.