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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.