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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.