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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.