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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
X-101,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.