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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 Tehran and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.