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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.