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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.