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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.