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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.