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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra 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?
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.