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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Visage to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.