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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Darondo,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.