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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.