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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.