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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.