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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.