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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.