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 Oman and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.