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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Main Source,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.