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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.