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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
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.