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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.