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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.