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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.