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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.