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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Ituana,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.