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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.