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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
The Cure,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.