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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.