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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.