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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.