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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
UT,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.