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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.