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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
the Association,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.