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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod 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?
Kayak,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.