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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 the Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.