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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Index,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.