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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.