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 Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.