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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.