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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Index,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.