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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.