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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 clarinet 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.