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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Visage,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.