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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.