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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Soft Cell 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.