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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.