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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.