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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.