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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Mars,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.