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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.