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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.