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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.