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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.