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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.