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 Finland 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
MDC,
China Crisis,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.