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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cure to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.