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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Leaves 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.