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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.