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 Lesotho 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.