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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 American Breed to the rock 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
ABC,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.