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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.