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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
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.