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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
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.