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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.