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 Germany and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.