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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.