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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.