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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.