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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.