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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.