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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Gong,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.