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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
X-101,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.