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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.