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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.