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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.