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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Japan,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Wire,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.