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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.