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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
the Slits,
X-101,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.