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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.