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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.