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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
The Associates,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.