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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.