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 Nepal 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.