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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.