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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
The Index,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.