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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Visage 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.