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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.