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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.