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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Jacques Brel 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Wings,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.