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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.