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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.