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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deepchord to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.