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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Japan,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.