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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.