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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Can,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.