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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.