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 Cameroon 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Metal Thangz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Japan,
Crime,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.