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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.