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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.