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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.