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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.