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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.