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 Azerbaijan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Rakim,
X-102,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.