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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.