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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.