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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.