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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Surgeon,
The Index,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.