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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Gong,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.