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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.