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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.