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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.