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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.