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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.