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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Yazoo to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.