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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 the Soft Cell 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.