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 Barbados 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
a-ha,
June of 44,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
New Order,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.