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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Holt to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.