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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Shoche to the techno 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.