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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Todd Terry 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.