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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.