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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Organ,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Index,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.