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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.