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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.