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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Liliput 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
the Swans,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.