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 Liberia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.