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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Nas,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.