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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
UT,
ABBA,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.