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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Nas,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.