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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.