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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.