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 Argentina 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
JFA,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.