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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the electroclash 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Can,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.