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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.