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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.