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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.