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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.