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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.