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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
UT,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.