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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.