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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Franke,
Nico,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.