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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.