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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Techniques to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
X-102,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.