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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.