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 Belgium 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.