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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.