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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.