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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.