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 Libya and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.