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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.