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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.