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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.