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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.