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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.