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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Can,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.