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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.