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 Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.