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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.