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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Howard Jones to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.