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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Monks,
PIL,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.