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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.