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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.