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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
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 Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.