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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.