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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.