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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.