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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.