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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
X-102,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.