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 Guyana 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.