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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the punk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Pole,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.