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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.