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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.