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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Wings,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Index,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.