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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Cymande,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.