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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.