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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.