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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.