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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Television,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.