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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.