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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.