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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.