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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.