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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.