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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cameo to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.