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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.