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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.