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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.