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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.