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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.