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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.