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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
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 Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The Gories,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.