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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.