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 Kiribati 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Suicide to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.