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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.