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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.