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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.