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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.