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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound 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?
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.