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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.