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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.