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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.