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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.