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 Namibia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.