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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.