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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.