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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.