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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.