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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.