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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.