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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
John Lydon,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.