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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.