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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.