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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Can,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.