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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.