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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 48th St. Collective 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.