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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.