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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.